Lyrics:
For those who fight in the third world war
Its us against the world today
You know could go on forever (forever)
Pollute our minds with what they
crushed by our hate and anger
Every Uruk who stands against our power
Will be teared apart form his life
The white hand of Saruman
All his glory soon
suns
Its work cannot be undone
Horus hermes trismagistos
The calls of the universal panthenon
Realities fold and submerge
When gods combat against their
sinned against you...
... and never mind those dirty pictures that are circulating
With the little girl in the saddle
Watch my TV show, pay attention ver
time, of free and honest men.
Because the people then they understood what we have since forgot:
That a government will only work for its own benefit
ten, you writhe
and twist again
please have some pain
the grain against which
you rub is my terrain
so take a giant step back
'cause
you've
[Verse 1]
Let the chyme be a party of mine
Let the rhyme enter twine like a vine
Work your mentally found intellect
I raise eyes like the sight
winner
In a race against time, like Bruce Jenner
A natural born sinner, can't nobody tame me, or change me
(For no reason at all he's angry, he'll) kill
Running through this patch work little town.
But if you've got love bring it along put
It with ours we'll sing you a song!
Well there is a girl two
Hatred, for you
Sealing, your fate
Craving, your pain
Extinguish, the human race
If you live and if you breathe, your allready against me
No
We got guns and drug trafficking
Government will be backing
And blaming Latin and African brothers for dirty work done
The shit they do not only
composing death
I am afraid for beauty when I see the fist
The perfect hand that turns against itself
The perfect hand that holds a gun or wields a butcher's
There are no rules
My world is strange
It might shock you
To see I've changed
Cause nothing here
Works anymore
And everyone's insane
I guess we like
My back's against the wall
In fear I might fall
My last words when I die
Will be fuck y'all hoes
Nobody knows me
Nobody owes me shit
So suck my dick
your madness,
You weighed your loss against my gain,
If he was with you at the railway
Would you do it all again?
mea culpa
I can't stay here no longer
to turn my fans against me,
Fuck it my real fans and all my niggas is ballin' with me,
Peanut, Dune, fuck it $lu, and that nigga T,
All my niggas bustin'
days
Hustlin, ain't no small plate cause niggas always
want to plot against the local cat with props
Makin it harder to set up my shop upon the block
My promise was tarnished long ago
There's nothing now
The years still feel the same
But nothing seems to work now
I tried so hard to feel
I'd
of the dreams
Of the men below
Imagine, having to fight
To work two miles down from the air and the light
And imagine, having to plead
That a job that can
How many times will you keep
Hitting your head against the wall
'Til you realize
It just makes you fall
All your beautiful trees
Bring me
A day M. Felicish Orlean rest in peace
Part of my heart's gold
It was me and you against the world baby but we helped our own
Some times they went wrong
rats, monkeys, mice - teach ' em little tricks
stay far from creativity, and from politics
'cause the multinationals need a solid work force
who's wise
It's all how you work it, not a matter of size
You don't love me anymore cause of what was said?
You never loved me in the first place, see me
On Las Cuevas Boulevard
There she works her fingers hard
Playing castanets and swaying
To a steel drum in the dark
She wears flowers in her hair
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